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As Yet Undefined	By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Orgy Views: 2244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Orgy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I blink awake, hands instinctively going to my eyes to get rid of the blurriness get caught up in Mir’s body. Noise around us and I notice the tv’s still on. Fuck it’s late. I should have gone already. How did I end up falling asleep? Memory slowly returns. Mir begging me to stay one more night with him and I couldn’t refuse. Lying on the sofa with him, my body curled around his but I couldn’t take my eyes off the fascinating pictures. At some point he stopped watching and rolled over into me, eventually falling asleep. He’s shivering now and I realize the temperatures dropped. He should be in bed. I should be in bed with him. It’s hard to let him go, he looks so sweet, so innocent, so beautiful. Can’t stop touching him, stroking his face, his hair, his shoulders. He shivers again, I really should put him to bed. He stirs once when I let him go, but when I pick him up again he only snuggles in closer. Slide him in under the covers, climb in beside him and instantly he moves closer, burying himself in my arms. Guess he’s cold, but I can’t help wanting him to know it’s me, know he’s safe with me, want me. I have to leave tomorrow, I can’t stay any longer. Wrap my body round him tighter, at least I have him now, at least I have this to remember.
Refuse to admit I'm awake, that it's morning. I have to go. Don't want to go. Don't want to leave Mir here alone, he seems so vulnerable alone here. But I can't stay. That's a solid fact, he can survive, he lived without me before now, he can survive after I leave. He's still asleep, deep in my arms, clinging to me in his sleep. Should I wait till he wakes or just leave now. He hasn't paid me but I don't care I don't want the money. It feels wrong. This wasn't for money that's not why I stayed. So why did I stay? Don't want to think about that. Not now, not when I have to get up, leave him here. Shift my arms, disentangle myself from him. Best to get away while he's still asleep, then he can't tempt me to stay longer, can't look at me with that pain in his eyes. Jesus what's he done to me? I've slid away from his bodyvingving slowly out of the bed before he stirs, grips the pillow and drifts off again. Let out the breath I was holding and reach for my pants. He moans in his sleep and my cock twitches, god I love that moan. Wonder what he's dreaming. Look down at him, he's getting hard, that beautiful cock hardening, rising like the sun. Once more, I could just…NO, I have to leave, have to go! Now, cause the minute he wakes, the moment he looks at me begs me to stay I'll crumble, I can't say no to him. I can't. Shivering with cold I turn away reach for my shirt. His hand stops me. Oh god. "Paige?" coarse. No, oh no. Turn slowly. "I have to go, Karl probably thinks I'm dead." Cut him off before he can say anything. Anger flares at the mention on Karl. "You don't have to go Paige please, please don't go back there." Feel like I'm being torn in two. "I have to go." Feel dead inside. There I said it. I'm going, leaving. Swallow hard. God what's wrong with me? Stand up. This is for the best, I'm doing the right thing. He wants me here now, but later, when the novelty's rubbed off…it's better this way. I can't stay here, I have to place here, no right to stay, I'm here on his whim. "Wait!" sudden. He's getting up, getting out of bed. Hmmm that body. But he's moving away. "I haven't paid you." Freeze, feel like someone slapped me, dumped a bucket of cold water over me. Money. Suddenly I feel cheap, used. I'm just a whore for him. Funny it felt more than that. I'm such a fuck up, such an idiot. I am a whore! "I don't want your money." I snap out, cold, hard. Refuse to look up at him. Eyes fixed on the massive wad of money. Where the fuck did he get that? How the fuck did he know I couldn't take plastic? "Paige?" confused. Glare at him. He steps back confused. "Paige I can't, you can't….Karl…" "Ha?" angry. He's not making any sense. What's Karl got to do with this? "I don't' want you to get hurt." He blurts suddenly. "You need the money." "No I…" "Paige please, he's going to be angry I'm not stupid, just give him the money please." Frowning, he's not making any sense. He steps forward. I can't move. "Just give it to Karl, it'll stop him getting angry, please Paige." "Oh." I feel stupid. "I can take care of Karl." "Paige please." Odd catch in his voice. "I don't want you to get hurt, not because of this, not because of me." "I'll be alright." Reach out and touch his cheek. "It was worth it." His eyes go dark, sudden deep growl. Pleasure flaring all over my body, his cock hard and wanton against my thigh, his kiss harsh, bruising. I thrust him into the bed moaning, hunger, desperate, my cock suddenly so hard it hurts. Fierce, animalistic, thrusting, grinding, moaning, biting his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, wanting him inside me, tongue thrusting till he groans with want, hips grinding into me. Oh god. Hot, slick. Sweat pooling between us. Driving my hips into his, meeting his thrusts, our cock sliding together, shuddering with ecstasy. Shivering at the delicious friction of our chests, nipples brushing togr. Hr. His fingers in my hair, pulling, tugging, driving my higher as I grip his shoulders, his back. Then fucking, his cock thrusting inside me, my fingers thrusting inside him. So close to cumming but denying the pleasure. My cock rubbing against his stomach, smearing it with my pre cum, heightening the pleasure. Moaning, whimpering, half screaming. Then nothing. His body gone, yanked away with a startling growl. Then he's pulling me to him, grinding down onto my cocy bay back arcs and a half scream tears from my lips. His muscles are pulsing, drawing it out. Oh god this is incredible, unbelievable, indescribable. Moan. Whimper. Want. Slow, deep, friction. My fingers teasing his cock. Shivering with the need for release. We're both whimpering, so hard it hurts but not letting ourselves cum. Not yet. Want this to last, don't want it to end. His bruised lips on my neck, sucking, moaning, slow grind. I'm withering, ng ing into him, giving him everything I've got, holding myself back for him. Deep growl, can't hold on, thrusting him off me, pushing him into the bed, going down on him hard, fast, sucking, stroking, his fingers buried in my hair. He's bucking, moaning. Stop suddenly then lick him all over, lower, lower again till I'm probing and he's thrashing, screaming my name. Then when he reaches the edge stopping again, moving up his body slowly, he grips my head kissing me deep, helpless under my hands till I give in to him, let him roll me over grind me into the bed. He's slow now, kissing, sucking my nipples, letting our cocks slide together slowly, softly. My heads falling back, half my body bowed off the bed. Slippery, hot, slick, his cock dripping, my cock dripping, pre cum, my saliva, oh god I'm gonna. He pulls back suddenly. "Hold on." Husky. I nod obedient. Soft, practiced hands over my c, my, my sides, my neck, soothing, pulling me back from the edge pushing the biting need harder to the max. "Oh god Mir, oh fuck." "Don't leave." He moans. "I need this, I need you." "Oh god babe." Gasping. I can't. I want… I want…. I want him to …he does. Moving down and taking me into his mouth. Soft, , dr, driving my body into hysterics. Bucking but he holds me down. My body regains control, he slides up my body, licking up me gentle. His fingers push into me, grind inside me slowly, friction. I'm at his mercy. And I'm loving it. Loving what he does to me. His finger flexes and I grab him, clutch at him desperate. "There." I beg. wantwant you there. Fuck me." He moans. "Fuck me Mir." Soft groan and suddenly he's inside me, sliding deep, deeper. Hard, wanting. "Harder." Press fingers into him and he bites my shoulder hard, whimpers. "Want you…" he pants. "Need you." Capture his mouth, thrust my tongue deep in time with my fingers till he whimpers again. Again, over and over till he screams, claws at my back. Thrash up into him, want him deeper, harder, faster. My body pulses, scream but refuse it to release. Oh lord that hurts. Whimper. "Fuck me." He whimpers. He pulls away, rolls onto his stomach. "Fuck me." He begs. Thrust into him, drape myself over his body, my chest gliding over his back making me groan. Rocking hard, pushing his cock into the mattress. He gasps, arcs, moans. This is torture. Bite his shoulder, lick his neck, nibble his ear, anything to distract from the glorious pleasure. Keep it slow, building friction, grinding instead of thrusting, driving us both crazy with desperation. "Want…want…want…oh fuck…oh god…" he gasps out. Faster, harder and his muscles are pulsing, pulling me off. I'm close again, so close, pushing it higher, can't stop, don't want to, can't. "Mir…" "Yes…yes…oh god…yes…Paige fuck… fuck….NOW!" Screaming. Shattering. Exploding. Cumming so hard, so deep, so high… feels like we're one, panting gasping, screaming slick mess.
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